Hell or Heaven?

Big and bold The outlaw biker lived
And bold and bad he died
Head on into a Peterbilt
And in the flames he fried
The funeral was solemn
But everyone was dry eyed
They just made sure that he was dead
Not even his momma cried.
The biker stood beside
A brand new DynaGlide
Next to him was ol’ Satan
Grinning mighty wide
"This is Hell's Highway"
Said the devil to the man,
"It goes on for infinity,
And on it you will ride."
Ol’ Scratch was amazed
When the Biker shook his hand
He swung aboard the Harley
And started on his ride.
Through his beard the biker grinned
Catching the bugs in his teeth
"You made a mistake."
The biker roared.
"For this sure ain't hell to me!"
And he sped off down the road.
And into eternity.
An endless highway without cops,
And a never ending ride.
And in the bikers grave
He's still riding to this day
Somewhere that V-Twin rumbles
And the wind is in his face
proving for once and for all
That paradise can be ANY place.